How do I know what I like until I take a picture? I borrowed an SLR from a friend of mine and walked out in the vanishing winter night of Kitchener to check if lights thrill me as much as they used to do as a child. My first encounter with electricity was when, at 11 as a sixth grader, I made my first lucky visit to a city in western Nepal. I still remember how I wanted to remain awake the entire first night staring at florescent lights in a hotel. What an expedience that was!
When there was no electricity in our village, we used use every bit of moon light to walk long to our destinations. It was fun. A different experience than using what we used to call a ‘torchlight.’ Batteries were expensive (that is, in the village where money was hard to come by), so torchlights were generally saved for urgent cases.
Finally, this one on the way to the Park.
Here I am in Kitchener, taking pictures about the night that is not so nightly, and revisiting my past. And making a space out of a place, sort of.